What is it like to live underground?

Chiselling out the earth

until it forms deep memories

and calls you back in.

 

What is it like to sleep in darkness?

A tunnel for your chamber

and a chamber for your tunnel,

with dreams that come in three dimensions

of scent, touch and taste.

 

What is it like to dig and dig and dig

where generations of badgers have dug before you?

And routes down are blessed

with family and instinct.

 

What is it like to possess 
a playful snuffling of fortitude?

Where there is nourishment in the soil

and laughter in the vibrations.

 

What would it be like for me
to experience your world,

not through my eyes or your eyes, but our eyes?

As we dig new alignments and openings together.

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What would it be like

for my voice to be your voice,

and your paws to be my hands?

And for us to both carve out stories,

from the soil, the earth and the stones.

 

And what would it be like

for there to be no end

to the love and learning?

For my tracks to be your pathways,

ancient channels of communication,

guiding us both back to a peaceful place within.